I heard your story, let me tell you mine...
There was this periwinkle arc once upon a time.
Songs would travel to their strings and fly through the arc with purple little wings.
And once they stepped to the other side of the shore, sounds do the prayer at the magical door.
The golden led to the happy tunes, the silver however to the gloomy dunes.
It was said and witnessed that the sand of grief graved the smiling songs..
Unlike your story this is mine…since then until now trapped in the stones of time.
And once they stepped to the other side of the shore, sounds do the prayer at the magical door.
The golden led to the happy tunes, the silver however to the gloomy dunes.
It was said and witnessed that the sand of grief graved the smiling songs..
Unlike your story this is mine…since then until now trapped in the stones of time.
